In Neutral
The days drift by at summer’s pace,
Too insubstantial to embrace.
Without a goal that I can chase,
In neutral I am stuck.
Though I am home, most any place
Would seem the same, with just a trace
Of novelty to help me face
A way out of the muck.
No matter what, in any case,
The passing time might grant some grace,
My lethargy conceding space
To welcome back some pluck.
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